netswan; Good Advice, indeed. A thought came to me as I read your lovely poem, what if...
the love bug bites one of the folks of whom you spoke, they meet and it is the worst case of "yulks, yipes, what have I done!"; only to return to find your still in love with his/her words! Guess one could always say, I'll be your, only if your write everything down and your back facing me at all times. (chuckle)
I dunno', just had that thought to flash as I read your poem. Not in love with them, in love with their words. Oh me, got to get off here, Silly tonight I guess.
Really enjoyed the read. marcy